No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark, lay hidden in the dregs of it.

Defarge 先生压榨的葡萄中并没有跳出欢快的酒神般的火焰：但是，一种在黑暗中燃烧的阴燃火焰，隐藏在它的残渣中。